Progression of Sound: A Chord of Silence

Seeking Silence

Progression of Sound: A Chord of Silence



Is it merely the absence of sound?
A surreal quietness that transcends
even the sound of thoughts within our brain?

I sit in my quiet office
and listen. Trying to still the thoughts
that spring unrequested from my mind,
to not think
at all.

And yet there is still sound.

Ignoring soft puppy snuffles from beneath my desk,
the sump pump in the basement,
the wind chimes in the breeze outside,
and the ticking of the backwards clock on the wall,

I attempt to drown these out,
focus on the silence between the other sounds,
and discover there is still
more.

Not quite distinct, yet not muffled,
like notes in a long-forgotten symphony
a chord that simply progresses nowhere.

I think back to a spectacular sunset
where light beams pulsated, and magentas exploded
before green flashed on the horizon:
and I remember: there was surely music.
It just was. Or wasn't.
However, my brain heard something.

In between them then, those notes heard--
surely that would be where the silence lives.
In those brief moments, seconds, breaths;
where if one could suspend time
long enough to hear. Let alone listen. Impossible.

And listening still
my mind wonders
if absolute silence could be achieved,
if one could hear
stars breathing,
angel dust falling
or
simply,
an Amen.

Write a poem about silence.
Explore its different aspects (eerie, peaceful, anxiety-provoking, etc.).



*Ball* Poem should be inspired by the prompt/image in some way
*Ball* A minimum of 12 lines, no maximum
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